“The machine possesses supreme intelligence, a faultless memory, and a beautiful soul,” H14 says of himself, before vaporizing a cute little bird who just happens to fly by — and promptly correcting the bit about the beautiful soul. You see, H14 can nuke even the cutest of birds without batting an electrical eyelash, and that’s nothing but a good thing. As “mere mortals wallow in a sea of emotionalism,” it can concentrate on the task at hand: “digesting oceans of information in a single all-encompassing gulp.”